The definition of a beach means something different to everyone. I prefer a soft sandy beach compared to a rocky foggy beach for getting a few rays. I do love the scenic coastline of Devon and Cornwall for different reasons than a sunny beach.
I recently survived the flooding in Cotswolds and thought the beach had come to my driveway. I was exceptionally lucky to have sold or shipped most of my possessions a couple of weeks before. There was almost a metre of water in my lounge and kitchen. It was very nice to know that I was letting the house opposed to owning it. I even got my security deposit back! I really felt terrible for my neighbours and was really concerned with helping some of my elderly village folk get fresh water and food. The older members of the community were less likely to venture out to a shelter. I also helped patrol the village with the locals at night because the neighbouring village was looted by a group of Pikeys. It was really impressive to see the community come together and help the ones who really needed it. I have never seen a tougher bunch of characters than in the village. Life just got on in days following the floods.
Even after living through the floods, I would consider moving back someday. The people and beauty of the region make it a place that would be hard to find elsewhere. Meanwhile, I look forward to screens on my windows, A/C, exceptional restaurant food, cheap petrol, a new manual trans luxury Euro car for half the price, less rain and service.
I will miss Waitrose, Tesco, exceptional British produce, the country lifestyle, friends, the village pub, historic towns and villages, village cricket, pace of life, NHS, village shop/Mrs. Wilson and red phone boxes.